Ron Burgundy
Guess who's back
With a brand new bag
With a brand new swag
Nigga fuck your tax
With a brand new bag
With a brand new
Guess who's back With a brand new swag
Nigga Fuck your tax Why the fuck you gassed
All your shit sound ass
You done bit they swag But your flow still trash
Why the fuck you mad You got mad yes men
I don't need fake friends
You been off your meds Bitch I
I ain't gotta start shit
Finish with final blow I turn it to a mosh pit
Rowdier than rebels Like it's Brooklyn tryna Start shit
Quiet when I speak my mind But crazy when the heart hit
Adrenaline
I don't need a mother fuckin gun put the fear in em
Nigga you a mo fucking uhhh What you staring at
Bro your whole team is a dub Ain't no steering that
We don't even see you In the fields
Why you wearing that
Talking bout You only drop hits
You a catnap Back back
Before the Snap back
Push ya cap back Stay back
Twitter fingers only Get you bodied Where I stay at
I don't think really recognize I don't play that shit
They backwards I don't shake no hands
Nigga act up You are not my mans
Nigga back up You can catch these hands
I might go off If I say this shit again
You been wreckless As sin
Put you in your place Nigga this ain't the gram
Stay the fuck out my way Won't repeat it again
Put ya whole team in the back Of the cab
I'm done
With a brand new bag
With a brand new swag
Nigga fuck your tax
With a brand new bag
With a brand new
Guess who's back With a brand new swag
Nigga Fuck your tax Why the fuck you gassed
All your shit sound ass
You done bit they swag But your flow still trash
Why the fuck you mad You got mad yes men
I don't need fake friends
You been off your meds Bitch I
I ain't gotta start shit
Finish with final blow I turn it to a mosh pit
Rowdier than rebels Like it's Brooklyn tryna Start shit
Quiet when I speak my mind But crazy when the heart hit
Adrenaline
I don't need a mother fuckin gun put the fear in em
Nigga you a mo fucking uhhh What you staring at
Bro your whole team is a dub Ain't no steering that
We don't even see you In the fields
Why you wearing that
Talking bout You only drop hits
You a catnap Back back
Before the Snap back
Push ya cap back Stay back
Twitter fingers only Get you bodied Where I stay at
I don't think really recognize I don't play that shit
They backwards I don't shake no hands
Nigga act up You are not my mans
Nigga back up You can catch these hands
I might go off If I say this shit again
You been wreckless As sin
Put you in your place Nigga this ain't the gram
Stay the fuck out my way Won't repeat it again
Put ya whole team in the back Of the cab
I'm done
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Writer(s): Adonis Rodriguez
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